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Hi, My name's Taylor. Just your average run of the mill tabby cat. I'm not special, I don't save the world or anything like that. This is just the story of how my life went from an average college undergraduate to whatever it is now. It all started when my roommate dragged me out to the first gay bar I'd even been to.

"Come on, all I need is a driver! Just, I don't know, sit at the bar? Have some water, talk to some people?" My roommate demanded. Charlie was a good looking cheetah. Built like a track star, on the school's track team, of course, and gay as they came. He'd been my roommate for about a year. He was somewhat annoying, but I feared what would happen if I asked for a new dorm. Charlie was the safest choice, less chance of getting beat up if a new roommate found out my secret.

Despite knowing the cheeta was openly gay, and attending a rather liberal college, I still didn't want to come out. Raised in a conservitve and Chrsitan household, I heard what my parents called members of the LGBT community. Growing up I tried to embrace everything masculine, just as my father demanded. My family loves me, and they've yet to find out about my life altering lie to them. And I figured it'd be easier to keep up the deception to everyone I met as well. Most people on campus assumed I was asexual, or just a hardcore loner. It hurt, I was desperate for connection, for friends. The last person I hugged was my homophobic mom just before she waved me off to college. It left a bitter taste in me for the semester.

"Fine. I'll take you. But if someone starts touching me, I'm leaving." I warned. Narrowing my eyes at Charlie. I'd heard very little of the bar myself. Or of anything around town really. In the all encompassing choice to hide my sexaulity from everyone, I'd inadvertently isolated myself. Spending my free time gaming, sleeping or studying. All I'd heard about this place was what I overheard from Charlie while he was making plans.

"You'll be fine! It's not that type of bar! I don't think anyways. Look, tell you what. I know you're not exactly ecstatic about me bringing people back here, soooo if I get lucky, I'll go back to his place and text you. Sound good?"

"Fine. But you better let me know early! I've got a paper I need to get started on."

"Nag nag. Come on, lets go."

One of my going away presents my parents got me was a nice Chevrolet Malibu. My family weren't exactly car people, and I didn't know much about them either. Charlie could probably tell more about my car than I could. I barely knew what type of Chevrolet it was, just that it was made in 2015. The AC worked, the chairs were comfortable, and the check engine light hadn't come on yet, and that was good enough for me.

As Charlie's phone belated out directions to the bar, I fretted. Would anyone I know see me go in? Surely if someone was in there, it meant they were gay, and less likely to judge me, right? My mind went in circles as I drove on autopilot, But heedless of my worries, we were there.

Finding a parking spot was the hardest part, the small dive of a bar was practically overflowing with people. I blushed and had to concentrate on not gawking as we drove by some rather attractive furs.

Charlie of course had no problem diving right in. Leaning out of the car and shouting words of encouragement, receiving catcalls in return. Eventually we decided to park in the Wal-mart parking lot a block away and walk. That tall cheetah left me in the dirt as he ran to meet up with someone. I signed and found my way inside.

Finding the bar itself was a challenge. Pushing through packs of bodies and dancers. Everyone looked like they were having an amazing time. As I got closer to the back of the club, I finally found the bar. With a heavy sigh, I took a seat at the countertop. Resting my head on the hardwood and just sitting there.

"What are you drinking, Friend?" a voice questioned.

Looking up, I found the bartender, a wolf with the name tag 'Kevin' looking down at me. "I'm not drinking, designated driver." I explained and lowered my head. Kevin shrugged and went back to serving others.

It didn't take long before exactly what I feared would happen, happened. An older guy stood next to me, leaning on the bartop and looking me over. His paw grazing my back and sliding down before he'd even said 'Hello'.

I shot bolt upright and turned toward him, trying to get that paw off my back. I succeeded, but his paw just flowed across my side and to my belly. Finally the fur spoke "Hey. You look like you could use some company." before he could finish the sentence, I had grabbed his paw and pushed it away "N..No. I'm just here waiting for a friend." he was some kind of canine, that was all I could tell for sure. He'd covered himself with fur paint, and his shirt was missing.

"I can be your friend. You don't have a drink, here, have a sip of mine."

Again, I shook my head and pushed the drink away. I looked for the bartender, hoping he'd come to my rescue. But instead, someone else decided to be my saviour. "Hey man, he said he's waiting for a friend, how bout you get lost?" a voice from behind groweld. I shivered and my ears went flat. That canine narrowed his eyes and grumbled "always ruining my fun." and left, his drink still sitting in front of me.

"I wouldn't drink that if I were you." A beautiful white furred lion filled the spot that the canine just vacated. Leaning over the bar and pouring the drink down the sink. "He's a regular around here. Likes new faces cause everyone here knows to avoid him. You look familiar. I think I've seen you around campus."

My heart dropped and I shook my head even before I began answering "Like I said, I'm just waiting for a friend, I'm his ride home." I gulped and my eyes darted up and down the lion. He was perfect. At six foot five, the lion was almost a foot taller than me with beautiful cyan blue eyes. His shirt did little to hide his muscular build, not a bodybuilder but definitely spending time at the gym. The way he moved and talked, his voice was steady and filled with confidence. He was everything I wasn't, and it felt intimidating.

He chuckled and shrugged "That's fine by me. I'm just here to unwind after a long day." he explained, raising a paw and finally getting the attention of the bartender "Guinness, and a bottle of water for this cat."

Within a few moments, that big lion was sipping his bear, and me the bottle of water. "So.. What are you studying?" I questioned. Addressing the bottle in an attempt to hide my face. Interacting with others was hard, especially with furs that I found attractive.

"Oh, I'm not studying, thank god. I graduated a few years ago. They hired me as a service tech. Mostly stick to the computer building. What about you? Oh, and I'm William."

"Taylor.. And computer science. Don't really have a specific job in mind. Parents are paying for me to attend, but." I let out a huge huff "I guess the security side of things?"

"Computer security is important. More white and gray hats the better."

I just nodded and sipped my water. We went on for an hour or so, chatting about teachers we both knew and just having a good time. By the end of the conversation, I felt safe with that lion in a way I hadn't with anyone else. But finally the time to leave came. My phone buzzed, Charlie had someone to hook up with.

"Well, guess that's the end of the night. I've got to get back and start my paper."

"I understand. It was a pleasure talking to you. Here, take my number, maybe we can link up and talk some more." The lion gave me a smile and I gulped, the way he worded that, it felt like he knew. I blushed and nodded, taking his number and giving him mine. Just before I slipped away, he held his paws out, as if asking for a hug.

A quick little look around to make sure there was no one I recognized, and pressed into that hug. Part of me hoped that wouldn't confirm his suspicions, another part of me didn't want to break the contact. Hugging a little too tight. But finally, I slipped away and walked back to the car.

Writing that paper was beyond me. My mind kept thinking back to the lion. Just standing with him, being that close made me. What? It seemed to change everything now. Sitting at my desk trying to type out that paper, everything was normal, but I felt so tense. So unsafe. Like at any moment the weight of the world would crush me. Just then my phone chimed, a message from that lion 'Hope you got home safe. Goodnight!'. Suddenly that weight lifted. For what felt like the first time in months, I smiled and went to bed happy.